WAIT!

For the past week I've been having a serious craving for time and space. I just need a minute alone (okay so I need a few days) to "come back to center"; no matter how gently I ask or how childishly I demand, Time just refuses to bend to my needs... go figure. It's not really fair (now I sound like my kids, haha), why do I have to squeeze so many things into one day, all the time, for everybody else, but Time can't give me a little extra? break the rules just this once? for lil' ol' me? Not cool Time, not cool at all...

It's frustrating, day after day, to feel like Time is working against me in every moment.. oh and hey, let's not forget Space, that one's a twisted bugger too. I think Time and Space work together chuckling behind the scenes, playing some kind of tag-team against my sanity; I swear they take turns poking me until I freak out.

Seriously, if I have physical space to myself, Time is tapping his toe and looking at his watch reminding me that what's in the oven will burn if I don't take care of it or I only have 7 minutes to get groceries before the kids start coming home.. so much for enjoying space, thanks Time...

Then when I have a couple of hours to do nothing, that jerk Space drops me into a shrinking box, surrounds me with kids that don't know how to resolve their own conflicts or they insist that I hear every variation in pitch that they can produce in the fake flatulence department. Dishes miraculously multiply, for some reason there are 9 socks on the floor with only 4 bare feet and all of a sudden the cat loves me and insists on being really close to my face; is the room getting smaller or is it just me?.. nice job Space, well played...

When Jessness is all done, I'll have a tiny bit more time :)